Intimate Seduction - Brenda Jackson [38]
She snatched the earbuds from her ears as her gaze shifted from his face and moved lower to where a path of hair trailed from beneath his navel past the waistline of his jeans. She felt the heat of embarrassment rush to her cheeks when she looked back to his face and knew he was aware what area of his body had grabbed most of her attention.
Natalie wished he would button up his shirt and was tempted to suggest that he do so, but this was his house and he had the right to dress as he pleased. She swallowed, momentarily at a loss for words until she remembered he had just scared her out of her wits. She opened her mouth to speak, but he beat her to it.
“I tried to get your attention to let you know I was here, but you were too busy dusting and dancing around.” He smiled. “And those were some pretty good moves, by the way.”
She frowned, not in the mood for any of his humor. “What are you doing here, Donovan?”
A slow, deliberate smile touched his lips. “I live here.”
She rolled her eyes. “Why aren’t you at work?”
“I’m working at home today.”
“Why?”
“Because I felt like it.”
She wished she could throw her feather duster at him.
“I have a lot of work to do, and I promise to stay out of your way. The only reason I came downstairs was to grab a piece of fruit.”
“So you won’t be leaving for work today?” she asked.
“No.”
“I wish you would have contacted the agency to let us know. We could have changed your cleaning to another day,” she said.
“Why would you want to do that?”
She gave what she thought was an obvious answer. “You’re here.”
He lifted a brow. “Is that supposed to be a problem?”
She tilted her head while crossing her arms over her chest, leveling him with her gaze before asking smartly, “What do you think?”
A rumble of a chuckle erupted from his throat. “I think you’re making too much of it. I’m upstairs in my office out of your way, so you can skip that room today. I have work to do and I’m sure you do, as well.”
Her eyes narrowed as she watched him turn and sprint up the stairs.
Donovan closed his office door behind him, leaned against it and let out a deep sigh. He was not accustomed to retreating from a woman that he wanted, a woman he intended to have. But Natalie had him rethinking his strategy, polishing his approach and modifying his tactics—and all with one final goal in mind. Seduction. He intended to get her back in his bed and make love to her, all day and all night. Only then would he effectively get her out of his system and move on.
With the Product Trade Show in a few months, he had too much work to do to let any one woman tie up his time with her continued rejections. He should be seducing her to his will, making love to her until he got enough, and once he got his fill he would walk away.
And not look back.
In the meantime, he would do whatever he had to do. If she thought she would eventually wear out his patience, then she was wrong. The woman had definitely underestimated his determination.
He drew in a deep breath. How could any one woman look so desirable? Those shorts and tank top she was wearing definitely weren’t helping his libido. It was a different outfit from last week but it was hard for him to ignore just how good she looked in it. When he had come down the stairs and seen her move her body in a provocative dance while dusting, he had immediately gotten turned on. Hell, if he was totally honest with himself, he would admit that he had been turned on since waking up that morning and knowing that she would be coming today.
Now that she was here, the first thing he planned to do was break through her defenses. That was something he’d done Saturday night when they had shared a very intense kiss, a kiss that had blood rushing through his veins. A kiss that had kept him awake that night, fueling his lust.
Almost a week later and his lust was still getting fueled. Sighing again he went to sit behind his desk. He had brought work home.